I am the magnetic field maniac

But this smile was not a simple expression of happiness, nor was it some kind of plausible threat.

Hidden behind this laughter is Xi Lego's "joke", and the most essential core of any joke or funny story is "accident".

Unexpected changes, unexpected results, create jokes that make people laugh through unexpected surprises!

Yes, that is what Silogo is like, his power is so close to the realm of Tzeentch.

Countless "accidents", countless vicious accidents that could weave that deadly joke unfolded under Marlas's feet, and with that increasingly long and crazy smile, it extended endlessly...

And such an accident created an unexpected path for Marles.

An unexpected path to results.

She broke through the crystal maze and came to the nine doors. These golden arches, three times the height of a mortal, were surrounded by strange pink and blue energies.

Such is the power of the Labyrinth Guardian, or perhaps the treacherous and mysterious nature of Tzeentch's twisted realm. The Guardian is a giant, incorporeal figure...

The huge mouth of the abyss is surrounded by nine doors.

The mouth above each door will solemnly utter one of Tzeentch's 999 riddles. Only those who answer correctly can enter the gate and continue along the final path of enlightenment.

And those who cannot answer correctly are doomed to wander the maze, forever entwined with madness and regret, because they...

He could have possessed infinite knowledge, but because of his own stupidity and ignorance, he was destined to wander away from the truth.

The Guardian gave Xilego a riddle, an ultimate riddle that mixed the languages ​​and knowledge of humans, elves, orcs, the Old Ones and even the Deathly Hallows.

But how could these mysteries be hidden from Xi Lego?

It's impossible. It's absolutely impossible to do!

Even though he is not the god of knowledge among the Eldar, he is still the last one guarding the Black Library, the huge library that once collected the knowledge of the entire universe.

The riddles posed by Tzeentch may be difficult, but for Silogo, he still cracked its elusive answer.

So he broke into Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth.

He finally entered the center of the Chaos Realm of Tzeentch, the palace of the Lord of Change - the Fortress of Absolute Delusion.

This is located in the center of the crystal maze, but perhaps this is a mortal's misconception.

Bastion Absolutism may be driven by a set of ideas rather than an actual location...

Because nothing in the realm of Tzeentch can be simply understood as material by mortals.

Dislocated spires emerge unnaturally from the warping foundations of the Absolute Fortress like searing blue and pink psychic flames.

The narrow gate, the palace gate, and the door of the room seemed to be yawning with the weariness of time, and suddenly they slammed shut like the mouth of a terrible beast, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Hehehehehaha..."

Xi Lego ignored those unimportant things in his wild laughter. He stepped into the real center of the Absolute Fortress and entered the magnificent library.

Here are books, scrolls, and parchments of endless variety… containing every scrap of knowledge and thought recorded in the age of creation, a history mingled between things written and things yet to be decided, truth and fiction;

and descriptions of potential, actual, and imagined futures.

The Horrors act as grotesque librarians, working tirelessly to reshelve works, catalogue collections, and maintain order in this fortress of delusion...

Although the concept itself is anathema to the Great Reformer... no one can understand the significance of such a design.

Xilego continued to laugh wildly. He ignored the secrets of the universe written on the parchment by the fear monsters. He hurriedly and happily entered the end of the library.

There, he met Tzeentch.

Maleth's mortal body was finally torn apart completely, and what descended from the crystal heart was an extremely huge laughing clown.

He is the great clown, the god of drama and murder - Silergo.

What does the Lord of Change look like?

I'm afraid no one can give an answer to this question.

Because he has no image, the Lord of All Changes does not have a fixed image of life that is unknown.

His posture and everything about him are constantly changing.

One moment he was a giant blue venomous snake, the next he became a mass of countless maggots, and the next moment he turned into a dark blue double-headed eagle...

These endless changes are enough to easily devour the mind of a mortal...but all these tricks are undoubtedly useless to Xi Lego.

Still laughing wildly, he came before the Lord of Change... and he laughed wildly at Tzeentch, and then their "battle" began.

In stark contrast to the pure and straightforward battle between Isa and Nurgle, in which they used each other's existence to kill each other, the fight between Silogo and Tzeentch was very strange.

Xilego's battle is to make up different jokes for Tzeentch, and Tzeentch maintains himself in these jokes, analyzing and belittling Xilego's jokes.

Does it sound very abstract? But this is exactly what their fight is all about.

Xilego is trying to exceed Tzeentch's expectations by programming "accidents", even if the result of this behavior is what Tzeentch is happy to see... but he must break the joke that Xilego programmed through accidents.

Because this is his characteristic itself - the Lord of Change is no different from other supreme beings in the warp realm, his greatness itself is divided.

Infinite change and infinite knowledge are themselves a conflicting paradox.

Understanding and learning knowledge is to break through the unknown and master more, but change itself is afraid of mastering it.

Such a conflict is the basis of the evil god's existence, and Tzeentch selectively picked up his side as the "God of Knowledge" in order to win.

In a second, Xi Lego made up countless jokes.

Countless events driven by accidents suddenly appeared in the physical universe. Some of them were harmless, but others triggered extremely tragic bloodshed!

A horseshoe broke, a horse was lost, a horse was lost... a soldier was lost, a soldier was lost, a general died, a general died, and the country perished.

Compiling remarkable conclusions through unexpected butterfly effects is what Xi Lego is best at.

But no matter how many jokes Xi Lego made, he could never make Tzeentch laugh.

When faced with Xilegou's jokes, Tzeentch always quickly extracts their essence and tells the result before it is born.

Is there anything more egregious than spoiling a comedian's own repertoire?

Yes, that is of course the genuine "boredom".

Countless jokes are completed in an instant, and order in countless places in the physical universe occurs due to the probability of small events that have never been thought of before.

But all these could not make the Lord of Change laugh, and the result was that the big clown's posture became smaller and smaller.

A clown who is not recognized by the audience should not exist.

The God of Laughter is about to be defeated, but this in itself is an expected result that will never surprise anyone.

Because, after all, the unexpectedness of the Laughing God is essentially just a part of the realm of change that Tzeentch controls.

But how can a small part defeat the majority?

Silogo's defeat seemed imminent, and from beginning to end, his performances and jokes could not make Tzeentch truly "laugh".

But it doesn't matter, Xi Lego is not panicking because he has prepared an ultimate joke.

An ultimate joke that he had prepared for a long, long time, just to tell today.

Hehehe, it will definitely give Jianqi endless surprises!

186. Final Joke

When did the name of the Dark Prince first spread among the Eldar?

That was the time when the Pantheon was gradually declining and the Eldar Empire reached its peak, with its territory at its largest, its technology and power at its most prosperous, and its power and authority surpassing every race in the galaxy.

This is an unbreakable dead circle. For anything, whether it is a person, an organization or a country, the next step on the road to the peak is naturally a decline.

When civilization and existence reach their peak, this itself is an inevitable development trend.

The moment the peak of prosperity begins, a bug called "pleasure" will silently crawl onto the body of power and the country, and then feast on their shells excitedly and happily.

The speed of erosion and corrosion is actually not as slow as imagined.

For human beings, no matter how wonderful any regime is when it rises and develops, it may only take less than a generation for it to become corrupt.

For the Eldar, this made no difference. It didn't even take a generation, the Eldar's infinite lifespan was enough for them to start to corrupt the moment they reached the pinnacle!

As a result, the vehicles running downwards began to get out of control.

After the sect called the Hedonism Cult, which served the Dark Prince Shalis, gradually spread from the common people to the court, and then completely controlled the Eldar society, the corruption was unstoppable.

Endless happiness and the pursuit of desires do not only come from individuals...the degeneration of the group is largely due to the choices made by social trends.

Just like a certain trial, the lies of a certain judge, and the biased attitude towards a certain gender, these will lead to a collective decline in social trends and the overall adherence to this trend by members of society.

Bad things will only get worse. This is a simple truth that applies to the entire universe.

The worship of Slaanesh reflects the changing social mores of the Eldar, and to blame it all on the temptations of Slaanesh is nonsense.

It was always the Eldar's own choices that led to the spread of Slaanesh's beliefs, and it was always the Eldar's own ignorance that led to the Great Fall.

Now, the Eldar want to "atone their sins", so they support the God of Death. They believe that the great Jena can correct their mistakes from the beginning.

Is this true? Will everything... go so smoothly?

According to legend, the crone goddess Moiraine-Haig, who controls the soul and destiny, induced her partner, the god of war Cain Bloody Hand, to cut off one of her hands in order to seek the wisdom flowing in her veins.

After that, she drank her own blood and gained the wisdom contained in it. And the god of craftsmanship, Vaul, got the severed hand of Moiraine-Haig... He forged the five fingers of the severed hand into five extremely powerful Crone Swords.

This is the origin of the Crone Swords, and the Death Army's claim that they can summon the Grim Reaper with five Crone Swords also comes from this.

Sword of Sorrow Cavill

Soul Sword Veliszaar

Silent Screaming Sword: Asuval

Twilight Spear

And finally, the final Crone Sword, which Malekith had recovered at great cost from the depths of the Eye of Terror.

Its name is——

The Final Sword: Salis

Why was the last Crone Sword named after Slaanesh?

Evelyne no longer knew the answer to this question.

She also fully understood how dangerous and suicidal it was for mortals to rashly explore the mysteries of the gods.

She just stood here firmly and completed her final mission.

With the five crone swords gathered together, Evelyne broke through the seven heavens and even broke through her seven inner demons.

Standing in front of the Dark Prince's palace in a complete posture, Evelyne inserted five crone swords into the ground and sang the Eldar's elegy loudly!

Countless rivers of souls began to gather, and countless living elves felt the throbbing of their own souls!

They were afraid, they were excited, they were trembling, and they all shouted the same name.

Jena the Dead (Ynnead)

Next to Evelyne, Incard, the incarnation of death, screamed and sent out waves of death, turning all the approaching Slaanesh demons into ashes and killing them!

The holy fire of Asuryan is burning brightly, protecting Evelyne's fragile soul and everything in the ceremony!

Endless Slaanesh demons poured in from the end of the horizon. They attacked the ceremony here like crazy to prevent the terrible situation from happening!

But Incard protected Evelyne, and Asuryan's holy fire prevented those demons from ever getting even a fucking step closer!

Evelene's chant resounded in every corner of the High Heaven, and the echoes swayed the lament of the mourners! And until the dark palace was filled with ashes, until everything was shaken -

"Ahhh!"

An extremely sharp and angry voice resounded from the dark palace, and the next moment—

The surging pink color, the enjoyment and beauty that almost sublimates the soul. Twisting his slender waist, mumbling every different temptation and beauty in the universe, the prince of darkness stepped out of his palace!

He was angry, but he was also happy because he felt the breath of the Eldar gods.

He sensed… His enemy.

Evelyne's soul was steaming and burning, and the pain of looking directly at the gods made her suffer indescribable pain!

But she still persisted and sang the last part of the elegy completely!

Pfft!Pfft!

Evelyne lay down weakly, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the gathering of "God" in front of the dark enemy.